Lapham’s Quarterly

I went [to war] because I couldn’t help it. I didn’t want the glory or the pay; I wanted the right thing done.

Don’t talk to me about naval tradition. It’s nothing but rum, sodomy, and the lash.

Sometime they’ll give a war and nobody will come.

Political power grows out of the barrel of a gun.

I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. War is hell.

War is the child of pride, and pride the daughter of riches.

The fear of war is worse than war itself.

War to the castles; peace to the cottages.

You furnish the pictures, and I’ll furnish the war. 

As peace is of all goodness, so war is an emblem, a hieroglyphic, of all misery.

There never was a good war or a bad peace.